Thanks to my editor Papakilo14 for catching my mistakes and my friend yozh4k for his help with the story when I was stuck. They made the story better and the mistakes are on me.
When the shit hits the fan there's rarely time to react rationally. There's no plan, no organization; everything just seems to be chaos. Blakely woke up to the sound of her front door breaking. The lights came on outside and her burglar alarm started going off. She was disoriented for a minute but she did have a plan for that. She lived in a log home. It wasn't one of those fake log homes made out of slabs over a stick frame; this was a real log home. The walls were thick and strong and she had a safe room. It doubled as her walk-in closet and she hurried there, locking the heavy door behind her. She dialed 911 and told the dispatcher that someone was breaking into her house. At the same time she took her Ithaca Featherlight 12 gauge shotgun down off the rack on her wall. It was one of the few of her father's things she possessed. She worked the slide on the pump action and chambered a round of 00 buckshot. She loaded another shell, giving her five shots and got her 9 mm pistol and slapped in a clip. She set two more full clips on the table beside the comfortable chair in the closet, sat down, cradled her shotgun and waited for the police. She talked to the dispatcher on her cell phone and she heard noises in her bedroom.
Men's voices were talking heatedly outside her door. A heavy body crashed against it several times before they gave up. Several shots were fired and she supposed they were trying to shoot out the lock. She laughed. It was covered with case hardened steel. She heard a shout and several more shots were fired. There were no more noises in her bedroom but she didn't come out. Her phone beeped, telling her she had an incoming call. She put the police dispatcher on hold and answered it. It was from her nearest neighbor. Blakely lived on a ten acre patch of woods and her closest neighbor was Brand McCalla. She saw his name on the caller ID and she wondered if he had heard the shots.
"Hello, Brand," she said.
"Jesus Christ, Blakely! What the hell is going on? I heard your alarm going off and I came over to check on you. I thought I heard gunshots and when I got there there were three men in your house. They shot at me, Blakely! They tried to kill me and they're chasing me!"
"Where are you?" she asked.
"I'm up on the cliff. I think I lost them but I'm going to climb somewhere they can't follow me."
"Good," she said. Brand was a climber and she knew he could get away. He had mentioned that he had climbed that face several times. "Get somewhere safe and when the police get here I'll send them to you. I'll explain everything when it's over. Come over after the police find you and I'll have a stiff drink and an explanation waiting for you."
She heard sirens in the distance and she switched back to the dispatcher. When the dispatcher told her the police were in the house she told him where she was. Soon there was a knock on the door and a female voice asked if she was okay and identified herself. Blakely pulled the rope to unlock the door and leveled the shotgun. The door swung slowly open and she saw the uniform. The officer raised her hands. "We really are the police, Miss Davidson."
Blakely laughed and put her shotgun back on the rack. "I'm very glad to see you," she said. "My neighbor is up on the cliff above my house. The intruders shot at him when he came to check on me and chased him. I'll call him and tell him you're coming."
Two officers started toward the cliff and Blakely led the woman back downstairs. She refused to answer any questions until she had poured two tumblers of good Scotch and took a seat in a chair. "Now I'm ready," she smiled at the woman.
"I'm Officer Donovan," the woman told her. "Do you know who broke into your house?"
"No, I went to my safe room as soon as I heard the door break," Blakely said. "I never saw anyone. All I know is that they are male. I heard their voices. There were three of them."
"Are you missing anything? Do you think they robbed you?" Donovan asked.
"I haven't had a chance to look, but I don't think they had time," Blakely said. "They weren't in the house more than five minutes before my neighbor interrupted them."
"Would you mind coming down to the station and making a report?"
"No, I'll do that, but not tonight. I'll do it tomorrow afternoon," Blakely said.
The two officers came back with Brand and Blakely thanked them. When she went to the remains of her front door and held it they took the hint and went outside.
"We'll check around outside but there's no sign of anyone. They're gone, Miss Davidson," one of the Officers told her. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Yes, I'll lock the storm door and I'll be fine. I'll be in tomorrow afternoon to make that statement."
She went back inside and Brand was sipping his scotch. "What the hell, Blakely?" he exploded. "Those bastards nearly got me! I heard bullets zipping around. Who were they?"
"I can't tell you that," she said. "It's related to my work."
"You work with homicidal maniacs?" he was incredulous.
"Yes, sometimes. You know I'm an attorney, Brand. I'm a criminal defense attorney. I know that's a contradiction in terms, but I sometimes defend unsavory characters."
"Why would someone want to kill their attorney?" he asked. "Hell, they even tried to kill your neighbor!"
"Maybe they don't like nosy neighbors," she smiled at him.
"Jesus, look at you," he exclaimed. "You're as cool as a cucumber! Has this happened to you before?"
"Not quite like this," she said. "No one has ever broken into my house. I've been shot at before."
"I don't think I even know you," he said. "When did my nice quiet little cute neighbor turn into Rambo?"
"You don't know me very well," she said. "You've only lived here two weeks and we've only met twice."
"Will you go out with me tomorrow?" he asked.
It was Blakely's turn to be surprised. "Where did that come from, Brand?"
"I wanted to ask you the day you brought over the cup cakes and said welcome to the area because you were just so hot," he said. "Now, you're amazing Blakely! I've got to get to know you better."
"Well, I can't go out with you tomorrow," she said. "We both need to go to the police station and make statements. I do have an idea though. Why don't I pick you up for lunch and we'll ride together to the police station. We'll chat and you can see if you want to actually ask me out and I can see if I actually want to go."
"That's perfect," Brand said. "What time do you want to go?"
"Let's talk about it in the morning," Blakely suggested. "I have another favor to ask you. Would you really mind spending the night?"
His jaw dropped and she laughed. "I'm not asking you to have sex, Brand. I'm sort of creeped out by all this and I just want someone around. You can sleep down here in the bedroom and I'll sleep upstairs in mine. Would you do that for me?"
At this point if Blakely had asked for the moon, he would have figured out some way to get it for her. He went home and got things to spend the night. When he got back she had another scotch waiting for him and they talked for a while and went to bed. There wasn't much night left by that time and Blakely slept until ten. Brand seemed to still be asleep so she went down and knocked on his door. He mumbled that he was awake so she made coffee and went back upstairs to shower and dress. By the time she was finished he was sitting at the kitchen bar and drinking coffee. She had muffins she had bought on the way home the evening before and they ate one.
Blakely showed him around the house and he was very impressed. She had what looked like a major communications center in her office. There were eight monitors, all with the capability of showing something different or slaved together and her three computers were all state of the art. She even had an AS 400 running a serious database. Brand was a computer expert. He knew several computer languages and worked for a software giant as a software engineer. What Blakely had was some heavy duty computer horsepower.
"What do you use all this for?" he asked. "It seems like overkill for an attorney."
"I use it to get information," she said. "I'm not telling you everything about what I do, Brand. I'm never going to tell you everything about what I do. If you don't want to be friends with me because of that, I won't hold it against you."
"When did I say that?" he was a little startled by her answer. "Don't try to run me off, Blakely. I didn't say that."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm not used to having people in my house or asking me questions. It's time for us to leave if we want to eat lunch.
They got in her black Lincoln Navigator and drove to a deli. They had very good pastrami and they both ate their sandwiches with a big pickle wedge. When they were through eating they drove to the police station and made statements. Neither got to hear what the other one said and Brand was curious.
"What did you tell them?" he asked.
"I told them I never saw the men and I had no idea who would want to hurt me," she said. "What did you tell them?"
"I told them there were three of them, they were dressed in black, had masks on and I didn't know any more details because I was running like my ass was on fire," he said. "I tend to do that when people shoot at me."
Blakely laughed. "Well, I hope they catch someone," she said.
"Why do I have the feeling you know exactly what's going on?" he asked. "You know who did this, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. You're very perceptive, Brand."
"What are you going to do if they come back?" he asked.
"Those won't be coming back," she said.
"How do you know?" he wondered.
"I'm going to make a couple of phone calls. Someone will take care of them. They made a mistake and they'll be removed," she said.
"Removed? Is that a euphemism for killed?"
"No, it means removed," she said. "They were working for a competitor of my current client. They broke some very important, unwritten rules and if their employers doesn't discipline them they'll be ruined. I can't tell you any more than that, Brand. If that shocks you or you don't want to be around me anymore, I'll drop you at your house and we'll just be neighbors that wave when we see each other. Is that what you want?"
"Why do you keep doing that?" Brand asked.
"Why do you keep trying to push me away? Every time we start talking you hit this wall and tell me to get lost," he frowned at her.
She laughed. "I'm not telling you to get lost. I'm just giving you a way out. I know it seems like I'm being mysterious but I'm just telling you that there are things I won't tell you. Do you want out?"
"Hell no! I've never met anyone like you, Blakely. I mean, look at you. You're all little and cute and blonde. You look like someone's gorgeous little sister and you're all calm and serene and your front door is a wreck and you have bullet holes in your wall! Will you go out with me tomorrow?"
She laughed again. "You're very persistent, Brand. I'll give you props for that. No, I won't go out with you tomorrow. I need to get my house repaired and I have some work to do. I'll call you when I'm ready, okay?"
"If you don't call me by Friday afternoon I'm going to come over and camp out on your doorstep," he said.
He picked his stuff up from her house and she dropped him at his house. Brand had to go to work the next day too and he went to sleep with nothing but images of Blakely flashing before his eyes.
Blakely had lawyer type things to do for the rest of the week and she was very busy. She had a major trial coming up and she was running down witnesses. She didn't do that herself but the detectives she hired were giving her a pretty clear picture of who she needed to depose and what had actually happened in the case. Her client was accused of assault on a police officer and a host of other charges that went along with that. Blakely believed that the assault had been the other way around and she was intent on proving that.
She also had an out of town job to do and she didn't get home until late Friday afternoon. She showered and changed into comfortable clothes, deciding to work in her flowers in front of the house for the rest of the afternoon. She had forgotten all about calling Brand and was only reminded when she saw him walking through the woods toward her house.
"Hello, Brand," she said when he came up behind her. She was wearing a little flowered sun dress and she looked up at him from where she was kneeling on a small rug. She had a smudge of dirt on her forehead and she pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, leaving another smudge on her cheek with the cotton gloves she was wearing.
"You didn't call me," he said.
She smiled. "I'm sorry, I've been very busy. I have a trial next week that's very important to me and I was in DC on business. When you left Sunday night I was going to call you later in the week. I just got distracted."
She stood up and Brand thought she looked adorable. She took off her gloves and reached into the pocket of her dress, taking out her phone. She punched in a number and his phone rang.
"Hello, Brand," she giggled. "I promised to call you."
He ended the call and she put her phone away. "Where do you want to go tomorrow night for our date?" he asked her.
"Let's not call it a date," she said. "Let's call it dinner and dancing so we can get to know one another. You can pick me up at seven and I'll have reservations set up."
"Okay, it's a date," he laughed.
Brand went home and Blakely went back to her gardening. She liked Brand, she decided. Her life was very complicated and she wasn't sure there was room in it for anything other than casual relationships, but Brand was interesting. He was very handsome, she decided. He was tall, well-built and she loved his eyes. They were gray and had an interesting twinkle to them that gave him a lot of character. She had never dated a red head before.
She spread mulch in her flowerbed and went inside to clean up. She stepped out of the shower and dried off. As she fluffed her hair with the towel she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and eyed herself critically. She knew men liked to look at her. Her long blonde hair, nearly white it was so light, tended to draw attention. She could feel the ends tickling her butt. It was a nice little butt too. She worked hard to make sure it was. When she was growing up she was kind of flat and she had been lifting weights since she was fourteen to make sure it didn't stay that way. Her hard work had paid off and she was firm and muscular. She flexed it and giggled as it danced. She had a tiny waist and her upper body flared nicely above it. Her breasts were high and firm. They weren't huge, but she was very slender and they looked like they were very large on her slim frame. She cupped them and her nipples sprang erect as her fingers brushed over them. They were fat and pink and her areola crinkled as the moisture from her shower evaporated, leaving a chill.
She laughed at her narcissism. Turning away from the mirror she went to her closet. She had a new little blue dress she wanted to wear. It was shiny and left one creamy shoulder bare. She put on black heels and found a clutch, transferring essentials to it from her bigger purse. She dried her hair and made a braid down one side before applying her makeup. She didn't wear much, her skin made that unnecessary and she just put on a little powder and eye stuff. She hated her pale brows and eyelashes. They made her look like a milk maid, she thought.
Brand rang the doorbell as she was coming down the stairs and when she opened the door his jaw dropped.
"My God, Blakely," he said. "You're gorgeous!"
She curtseyed. "Thank you, sir."
She eyed his tall form. He had on black pants and a nice pink oxford shirt with a button down collar. "You look very charming yourself."
"I'm an accessory tonight," he said. "I know who the star of this show is."
He gave her his arm and took her to his car. Brand usually drove a Suburban to work but he had a blue, Audi R8 Spyder with the V10 that he drove when he wanted to impress a girl. He definitely wanted to impress this one and her smile when she saw the car was gratifying. They put the top down and she gave him directions. They went to a seafood place down on a cliff overlooking the surf and it was very good. Brand had never been there before and he complimented Blakely on her choice. After dining she gave him directions again and they wound up at what appeared to be a warehouse in the commercial district. There was a queue of people stretching around the block and they had to park three blocks away. When they walked up to the door Blakely ignored the queue and led him up to the door. A huge, black guy was sitting there and he stood up when they approached and opened the door.
"Miss Davidson," he nodded.
She patted his arm. "Hi, Tony," she said. "Thanks for letting us in."
"Hey, what the hell?" two guys about ten people deep in the line seemed upset. "We've been waiting here for 45 minutes. Why do they just get to walk in."
Tony gave them a look. "You want me to break your arm? Shut the fuck up or you won't get in at all. Besides, she's hot and you're not."
"Sorry about that, Miss Davidson," he said.
She patted his arm again and they went inside. A heavy bass beat greeted them and Blakely led Brand upstairs. There was another guy at the bottom of the stairs that could have been a twin to the one at the door. He took down a velvet rope and nodded. They went up and a young lady in uniform led them to a table. They ordered drinks and she went away.
"I guess you're kind of a big deal?" Brand asked.
Blakely smiled. "The owner is my client. I've done a good job for him and he's grateful."
"What did you do?" he asked.
"He moves this place around a lot," she said. "Nightclubs like this are hot for a year or two and then they start getting old to people. When the bloom's off the rose he shuts down and moves somewhere else. There are people around that are territorial. They expect pay offs and if they don't get them they get rough. He gets rougher and I've defended him on two occasions. He and his guys roughed up some enforcers and the police got involved. I got the charges dropped and the other guys charged instead. That got me some credit and he looks out for me."
"You're amazing, Blakely. Nothing I do is anything close to how exciting what you do is."
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "Last week you tracked down and caught that group of hackers that were stealing designs from your company. Did you know they shot it out with the FBI?"
Brand's jaw dropped. "How could you possibly know that, Blakely? That is top secret stuff that no one outside the FBI and security at my company is supposed to know about!"
"I like to know what kind of people my neighbors are," she smiled. "You're very good at your job, Brand. You like mountain climbing, parasailing and skydiving. You're a competitive judo fighter and you love frozen custard. Did I miss anything?"
"Yes, I'm in love with the smartest, hottest little blonde girl I've ever met," he laughed. "Jesus, Blakely, you're pretty plugged in."
"Yes I am. If my neighbor is Hannibal Lecter I want to know about it so I can eat him before he eats me," she said. "You're not in love with me yet, big boy. I haven't decided if you can handle me yet. I'm not an easy friend to have, Brand. I go through men like chewing gum. I'm not a slut, but I like romance. Most guys won't put up with the kind of trouble I bring."
"What kind of trouble?" he asked.
"Well, if you glance off to your right you'll see it coming," she said.
Brand let his eyes slid over and there was a man walking toward them. He was carrying two drinks and he was a tall, heavily built guy in a very expensive suit. He walked up to the table and set his drinks down.
"Hey, pretty lady, I got the waitress to tell me what you were drinking," he said with a smile. "Would you dance one dance with me?"
Blakely didn't even glance up. "I'm with someone," she said. "The fact that you didn't ask his permission first tells me you're an asshole. Get lost before I have you thrown out of here."
"Listen, bitch, I don't think you know who I am," he began in an angry voice. Before he could get any further two giant bouncers appeared at his side.
"Is this man bothering you, Miss Davidson?" one of them asked.
"I don't know, John," she said. She looked up at the man for the first time. "Are you bothering me?"
"No, I guess I'm not," he said. "Enjoy the drink."
He walked away and Brand shut his mouth. "That kind of trouble," she said. "I'm obviously here with you but about fifteen men are going to come over here and offer to buy me a drink or ask me to dance with me. Some of them will be gentlemen and ask you if they can ask me. Some are going to be assholes. If we were down on the floor it would be worse."
"Are you going to dance with any of them?" he asked.
"If you let me," she said. "I like to dance, Brand. I like cranking guys up. After every dance I'll come back here. I won't let them feel me up inside my clothes. I won't kiss them. I won't go anywhere with any of them. I'll go home with you. I'll dance with you every dance if you want to. If you tell me no, I'll stay right here, but they will ask. I know what I look like, Brand. I like the attention. Who wouldn't? Can you stand being here with me, knowing that's going to happen?"
"Hell yes," he said. "Every man in the room wonders why you're here with me. They're thinking how lucky I am and I'm thinking the same thing. If you promise me that everything is going to happen just like you said it was I'll sit here when we're not dancing and watch you and think about how lucky I am that you're with me."
"That was a very good answer," she said. She took his face in her little hands and pulled him forward until she could kiss him. She tasted like the mimosa she had been drinking and she had the softest, puffiest lips that Brand had ever kissed. He was rock hard in his pants when she pulled away and her eyes were blazing.
"That was everything I dreamed it would be," he said. "What happens if you get out there with some guy and he gets out of line?"
"Don't get involved," she said. "I can handle myself. You're a very good fighter, Brand. You wouldn't last thirty seconds against me standing up. You could take me on the ground unless I got lucky. Believe me; I've been constantly hit on since I was sixteen. I know how to handle it."
"What if I don't like the guy that asks me if you can dance?" Brand asked.
"Tell him no," she said. "I won't do anything you say no to. Remember, you're taking me home and don't get jealous. Now dance with me."
Brand was actually a very good dancer but Blakely was in a whole different league. She was poetry in motion and he felt like he was drowning in a pool of sensuality. Watching her spectacular body move to music was an experience like nothing he had ever been a part of. Her eyes never left his unless her back was to him and that happened occasionally as she danced against him, her arms raised and her amazing ass driving him wild. The music slowed and she moved into his arms. He feared for a while he was going to cum in his pants as she moved tightly against his erection. His hands drifted south until they were cupping the round cheeks of her ass, pulling her even tighter against the bulge in his pants. She stayed there into the next song and he quickly found that everything she said was true. Five times during the next song they were interrupted by someone trying to cut in and Blakely just froze them with a glance. She led him back to their table and before they had hardly sat down another man was asking Brand if he would allow Blakely to dance with him.
"Give us a couple of songs and she can," Brand told him and the man thanked him, promising to be back.
"Jesus Christ, Blakely, you weren't kidding," he laughed. "I know why too. After dancing with you I would kill, pillage and burn to do it again. I think watching you would produce the same effect. God, you're sexy. I thought so when you were kneeling in your flowerbed with dirt on your face, but Blakely in a dress on the dance floor is a whole 'nother ball game."
She smiled. "It's always been like this for me. It took a lot of my teenage years to get used to it. It just seems normal to me now."
They got another drink. "I should tell you, Brand. Don't drink that drink the guy brought us."
"Why not, it was free?" he asked.
"It has ecstasy in it," she said.
"How can you tell?"
"I can smell it," Blakely said. "It smells kind of like vanilla."
Brand sniffed the glass and he could smell it. "Christ, Blakely, the guy was trying to drug us!"
"It happens a lot," she said. "They think they have a better chance of getting in my pants; my dress on this occasion. Never take a drink someone offers you in a place you don't know or even there if it doesn't come from a waiter at a place you trust or you don't see it being made. Some of the date rape drugs you can't smell or taste, like GHB."
"My God, what kind of life do you lead?" he exclaimed.
"It's just my life," she said. "I'm used to it but I know it must be quite a shock to you."
"That's the freaking understatement of the year!" he said. "This is going to take some getting used to, Blakely."
"Does that mean you want to get used to it?" she asked.
"Oh, hell yes," he said. "I've never had this much fun in my life. I'm pretty much of a nerd, you know."
"That's why I like you," she said. "I'm pretty much of a nerd too, but most people can't see it."
They finished their drinks and the guy came back for his dance. "Get me some water and another drink, will you please, Brand?" she asked.
Her escort led her out on the floor. "Red's a lucky guy," he said. "I'm Samuel, by the way. I'm not going to be able to take you away from him, am I?"
"Blakely," she laughed. "No, there isn't a snowball's chance in hell, but I promise this dance will be something you'll never regret."
It was also one he'd never forget. Her hot ass against him, the feel of those breasts against his chest and that face and those eyes would haunt him. When Brand got the attention of the waiter and got the drinks and the water Blakely had asked for he watched, fascinated by the way she moved. She was like one of those hunting cats you see on the nature shows, sleek, sinuous, gorgeous and a little terrifying at the same time. He would never get tired of just watching her. She was a mixture of the cute little girl next door and a very high end escort all rolled up in one dynamite little package.
He danced with her five more times and watched her dance with half a dozen more partners. She never consented to dance with the same guy twice except him and although she didn't seem to mind wandering hands, she never let them linger or move under any part of her dress. If anyone asked her before asking Brand she told them to get lost. She even danced with a stunning redheaded woman and Brand thought his eyes would pop out.
"If you ever want to swing both ways, give me a call," she said as she walked Blakely back to her table. "Your boyfriend's hot."
After every dance she came back to the table and drank water or more of her mimosas. Her eyes were shining and after the last time she danced with him, when the song ended, she stayed in his arms and whispered in his ear.
"Take me home, Brand. I need you to take me home now."
She was all over him on the way home. "I haven't been able to do this in a long time," she said. "I had a relationship two years ago and that's the last time. I get pretty wound up and I need someone to go home to. If I don't have that it can get bad. I know that so I don't do it. Do you think you might be interested in a relationship, Brand?"
"I am if you are," he said.
"You're going to find it very odd," she warned him. "I'm gone a lot. Odd things make me horny. I'm going to need you to be there for me when that happens. I won't tell you where I'm going sometimes and I won't answer any questions about it. I'll try to prove to you that you can trust me, but you'll never know some things. I'm telling you this up front so you have a chance to back out and nobody gets hurt. I won't cheat on you, ever, and if you cheat on me that's the end of us. Do you understand and do you still want to go home with me?"
"Yes, I want to go home with you. I don't know what to say about the other stuff. Give me an instance of something that makes you horny and I'll have to be there for."
"I'm going to court tomorrow in a case that means a lot to me. If I win I'll fuck you to death. If I lose I'll be very weepy and I'll need to be held and loved."
He laughed. "So I'll either get the little girl that needs my love or the slut that wants to fuck me to death? Sounds like a win-win situation to me!"
She unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled his zipper down. He was engulfed in hottest mouth on earth. Blakely was pleasantly surprised. He had a very nice cock. It wasn't huge, but she was small and she just thought huge was painful and weird. This was the perfect length for her and very fat. She did like fat. It stretched her mouth pleasantly and she couldn't wait for it to stretch her pussy. She really, really liked Brand and she believed he was someone she could love. She had checked him out thoroughly and liked everything she found. He was smart, funny and in love with life. He was fascinated with her and that combination made her want him very bad. He came almost before she could get started and the quantity nearly choked her. Wow, she thought. He must have been really stoked by the show! She cleaned him up and tucked him back in his pants.
"Jesus, Blakely, you're a tiger," he exclaimed. "I can't believe you did that. That was amazing!"
She smiled. "I wanted to get you off because when I get you home it's going to be all night. Is that okay?"
He grinned. "With you? Yes, I think that's going to be okay."
She jumped out when he pulled into her garage and unlocked the door. They were shedding clothes as they climbed the stairs and by the time they got to the bed she was down to a matching, blue lace bra and panty set and he was in his boxers. He gathered her up in his arms and she was surprisingly heavy. She wasn't very big but she was all muscle. He tossed her easily onto the bed and she bounced, giggling, the motion sending waves through her breasts. He unhooked her bra, noticing that it had a couple of extra hooks. When he got it off he saw why. She needed the support for those mountains. On a bigger girl they would have been just large, on her small frame they looked like the swelling of the Himalayas. Her nipples resembled those bought for baby bottles except these were erect and rock hard. Brand drank in the sight of her as he knelt between her thighs on the floor at the foot of the bed.
He slid her panties down and drew in his breath with a gasp. Her mons rose from the flat plane of her belly in a smooth slope, wispy blond curls were trimmed into the shape of a flame and he could smell her arousal. He wanted to play with her exquisite little pussy but Blakely was having none of that. She scooted up on the bed and pulled him with her.
"We can play later," she said. "I need that big cock in me, now!"
She grasped it firmly and inserted him inside her. She was dripping wet and he slid into her easily. It was the tightest, hottest thing he had ever imagined. She felt like she was running a fever, hotter than anything he had imagined. Blakely couldn't believe how turned on she was. She came as soon as he was inside her and as his large member plunged deeper inside her she could tell that she was going to cum again soon. Very soon, it turned out as a series of small orgasms kept rolling through her. She could hear a woman moaning but it seemed unconnected, someone else. She was in a sexual daze, her mind consumed with pleasure and her body wracked by spasms of ecstasy. She had been strongly attracted to Brand the day they met and more and more as she spent time with him. Her dancing had built her to a fever pitch and now she could feel herself building to a massive orgasm.
Brand was astonished at her sexual energy. There was no gentle build to a peak for Blakely. She writhed and twisted, nipping at his cock and squeezing him with her inner muscles until he was ready to explode. Her cries were loud and unbelievably erotic, her legs up and ankles wrapped around the small of his back as she urged him on. He pounded into her little pussy and she gave back everything and more, totally opening herself to him and surrendering to the passion building within her.
She heard a scream and dimly knew it was her. She was seized by a huge contraction, her entire body stiffening as her pleasure peaked. The most intense orgasm of her life swept over her and it built until it became a roaring in her ears. Her eyes rolled up and had it lasted longer she knew she would have passed out. She felt him spurt inside her, his cum soothing and scalding her at the same time. He cried out and his thrusts became uneven as he was gripped in his own pleasure. They collapsed together, struggling to breathe as they recovered from their frenzy.
He rolled to the side, taking her with him and pulled her face to his. Her eyes opened and their lashes mingled. He kissed her cute little nose and she giggled.
"Oh, my God, Brand," she murmured. "That was amazing! Thank you, thank you. I needed that so bad. I haven't been able to turn loose like this for so long. I love your cock!"
He laughed. "You nearly killed me, Blakely! Damn, what a woman! You are the sexiest, cutest, most special girl on the planet. That was beyond sex! It was spiritual."
She gave him a kiss that curled his toes and looked seriously into his eyes. "Brand, I need to tell you something. I could fall in love with you. I think I already am. If I'm just a fuck buddy to you, that's okay, but I need to know how you feel about me so I know how to react. If it's just sex I need you to get up right now and go. I'll still fuck you and we can be friends, but you can't stay because what we're about to do next is going to be something else and I can't do it with you unless you tell me you're feeling it too."
He looked into those blazing blue eyes and he was lost. "Blakely, I knew from the minute I opened my door and saw you standing there with your cupcakes to welcome me to the neighborhood that you were the girl for me. I was praying that you weren't married and that there would be a chance for me. Every second I spend with you just pulls me in deeper. I know I'm in love with you. You're an enchanting little gypsy and I know you're going to lead me on a merry chase and I can't wait. Every minute I'm not with you I'm thinking about you and what you would say, or what expression you would have on your face. I'm thinking about how much I would like to feel those breasts against my chest or what you might taste like. You're my dream girl and there won't ever be anyone else for me."
She gave a little sob. "Oh, thank God! I was afraid you would just think I'm a slut and you would just want to fuck me. I just felt this connection with you and it was killing me wanting to be with you. You're not the kind of guy I usually go with, Brand. I've always kind of picked the bad boys. They fit my lifestyle, but you're something special. You are in for quite a ride, but just stick with me and I'll make sure it's one you'll never regret, okay?"
"I wouldn't want it any other way," he said.
She rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him, kissing him gently and for a very long time. Sliding down his body she engulfed him in her hot little mouth.
"We taste good," she grinned up at him before sliding him back inside. Her mouth was very hot and she exerted tremendous suction as her tongue swirled around the helmet of his renewed erection. He pulled at her until she moved over him, her hot little pussy over him in perfect positon to allow him to tongue the little button of her clit. She exploded again immediately and he kept her cumming until her motions became efforts to escape and she spun around, impaling herself on his stiff cock. This was a slow burn and she kept riding him, spinning around finally with her hands on his thighs and he delighted in watching that tight ass rising and falling, over and over as her motions became frantic. She was seeking release and he pulled her off, pinning her face down on the bed as he entered her from behind. He rocked inside her, teasing her into a quivering, pleading bundle of wanting.
"Please, Brand," she begged. "Finish me! Let me cum! I'm going crazy, baby. Fuck me hard with that big cock. Let me cum!"
He thrust into her at a quick pace and she began to tremble. He spanked her delicious ass and pounded into her as a scream of ecstasy was torn from her throat. She continued to scream and he felt her squirt, her juices hot against him as he came for the third time that night. She felt her pussy flood and she kept cumming, long after he stopped moving as her muscles fluttered around him, heat lightning on a summer night. He slowly withdrew his deflating cock and lay beside her, pulling on her until she moved to lay half atop his big body and cradling her in one arm.
"Will you come and watch me in court tomorrow?" she asked. "I'm really very good. I think I'm going to make quite a statement."
"I'd love to," he told her. "I'll see if I can work from my laptop. Can I spend the night?"
"I'll kill you if you try to leave," she told him.
She woke him up the next morning, sucking him to life and riding him to climax before they showered together. She came three times to his once before they went to the shower. He pushed her against the wall and licked her little pussy until she came again and slumped to the floor.
"Oh, my God," she murmured when he pulled her up. "I don't know if I can stand. Damn you've got a good tongue."
She pulled herself together and made a quick breakfast before leaving for court. Brand called work and discovered there was no reason for him to be in the office so he took his laptop and headed to the courthouse. There was quite a crowd of reporters outside when he got there and he realized that this trial must be a bigger deal than she had let on.